CHRISTINA'S SCHOOL FOR WAYWARD GIRLS

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 10 ]

During the course of the next week, I ask dad something that’s been on my mind. The Terwilligers sure could have made trouble for the school, but I watched dad persuade them that they ought to fall in line like so many parents before them. So, I ask him about all the girls that ever went to the school and all their families. That’s thousands of girls. None of them ever spoke out about girls as young as six learning about sex and getting bare bottom spankings and other abuse.

“Billy,” he says. “When I was your age and just started working at the school, I had an epiphany.”

“What’s an epiphany?” I ask, thinking maybe it’s an incurable disease or something and what’s that got to do with my question.

“Go look it up in the dictionary,” he says. “I’ve got another word for you to look up. It’s funny growing up in Wayward, Iowa that a lot of people here think of wayward as a town, a school, and a special kind of girl. Look it up in the dictionary. It’s a word, too. The whole name of the school and all is a play on that word. It means lost or disobedient. Of course, Wayward Girls are anything but that by the time we’re finished with them. However, they do start out as orphans. Aside from the local girls who go just because of the reputation of the school, all the others are orphans. There are no families to make trouble and by the time the girls are done with school, they are trained to be nothing but successful. Imagine how it would hurt their personal reputation if they came forward then. All that training, suffering, and what you call abuse would be for naught. So, the school just keeps going, helping orphans to become successful.”

“Who pays their tuition?” I ask, surprised at what I just heard.

“Christina Wayward,” says dad. “She left behind so much money that the school pays for itself. We’re a charity, Billy, not a business.”

“Oh,” I say. It gives me a different perspective. “I thought they were all girls from rich families.”

“Well, we don’t do anything to dispel that rumor,” says dad. “Officially, we don’t deny that we’re an orphanage and a charity, but we put on the front of being a coveted girls’ school.”

He looks at me more closely. “Having a touch of conscience, Billy? Something at the school bothering you?”

“No, dad,” I say.

“You’re not going to go public with the things that you’ve seen?”

“Oh, hell no, dad,” I say. I’m a kid in a candy store at the school. I’m not about to upset this great deal. “I’m just thinking about when I’m headmaster.”

He laughs. “A few years to go before that happens. Go to college. Get a teaching credential and come back as a teacher. You’re a shoe in. Work your way up to headmaster. There’s a lot to learn.”

Next Friday afternoon, I check the schedule for Saturday character building class. I’m assigned Tanya Hinkman, a third grader. I’m also assigned an “exercise room.” Since I’m not a full teacher, I don’t have a classroom. I go and check out my exercise room. It’s a ten foot by ten foot room with some basics for character building, like ropes, whips, a table, a chair, sofa, and assorted other toys.

Then I remember that Mr. Crawford said teachers like to do younger girls in groups of two or more, so I go back and check who’s got other third graders. They’re all women and I only recognize one name, Ms. Adams. She’s a third grade teacher.

She looks at me warily as I enter her room. There’s a third grader tied over a bench, her bare, striped bottom pointing up in the air. I ignore the girl and ask Ms. Adams if she wants to team with me tomorrow.

“I guess there’s not much choice,” she says. “Literally. Jenny and … “ she casts a glance over at the naked student. “I mean, Ms. Wilcox and Ms. St. George are former students here who, like you, only work on Saturdays. They always team up. Too late for you to team with them since they won’t be in until tomorrow. Myself and Ms. Hardaway, another former student, have already agreed to team up. You’ll have to join us.”

“Great, Ms. Adams,” I say. “I appreciate it, especially being new and all.”

“Yes, well, it may be a tad awkward, Master Jackson.” She gets up and unties the girl. “Get dressed and go back to the dorm now, Helen,” she says.

Once the girl is gone, she relaxes some. “As I said, a tad awkward, because you’re not into our routine. I know you’ve learned from Mr. Crawford, but everyone has their own way of doing things. For the sake of the girls’ training, I’ll expect you to follow my lead as will Kendra, Ms. Hardaway. Continuity is important.” She tells me what the plan is for the next day. Doesn’t sound too different from what Mr. Crawford has been doing.

“Then there’s the issue of your cock,” says Ms. Adams.

“My cock?” I’m surprised at her forthright approach. “Is an issue?”

“Well, yes, the girls are going to be… Kendra and I will be naked at times. You will be naked at times. The girls will be performing various acts on us. Your cock may not even consider entering Kendra or me. Is that clear?’

“Oh, of course,” I said. I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but she was right. My cock just might consider that tomorrow.

“Strip,” she says.

“Here? Now?”

“Yes, here and now,” she says, removing her own blouse. “I don’t want our nudity tomorrow to be distracting, so let’s get any gawking over with now.”

I’m not planning on gawking tomorrow. I think I have enough self-control, so is she planning on gawking tomorrow? I don’t know, but I strip off my clothes. She’s in her forties and has a very nice body. She has the biggest tits I’ve ever seen in the flesh, though smaller than some I’ve seen in magazines. But then all I’ve ever seen in the flesh is Wayward School Girls. They have some sag to them and I note she’s a little thicker around the middle than the slim, trim model of a Wayward Girl. She has a full, bushy triangle of hair. No, I’m not gawking, I’m appraising.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asks.

“Ummm, do you?” I respond. It was such an academic situation that my cock was still soft. I could change that though.

She smiles. “Good answer. No, Kendra and I are both lesbians.” She picks her panties up off the desk. “Are we good for tomorrow then?”

“Good for tomorrow,” I say and we get dressed. I leave thinking what a surreal experience that was.

One last thing for me to do. I go down to the records room and take a look at Tanya’s record. Like all the girls, she is doing very well academically. What stand out at me are the reports of her attitude. She is rebellious, visiting the office of the headmaster quite frequently. She doesn’t get along well with her classmates. This could be quite a challenge for me tomorrow. At least I know what I’m in for.

On Saturday morning, the novelty of me working at the school has worn off at home enough that I have to ride my bike to school. Dad has decided that he’s not going to drive me every Saturday and Emily is not even up yet.

I won’t have to use my exercise room for the morning’s activities since we’re using Ms. Adams’ classroom. But, I will need it after lunch with the unknown girl I’ve come to call the dodge ball girl. I get to meet Kendra moments before the third graders arrive. She’s a pretty darn good looking girl with long blond hair, blue eyes, and a nice figure. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I say to her.

“What?” she says indignantly.

I look at Ms. Adams, who, thankfully, is laughing. She explains for me and Kendra has a tiny laugh as well, but there isn’t time. She pulls up her shirt and flashes her bra at me. I respond by grabbing my crotch. That’s about it.

Molly and Victoria arrive together. They are best friends. Tanya arrives half a minute later. She comes in and walks right up to me, her eyes twinkling. She looks like quite the mischievous little vixen, yet sweet in her own way. She curtsies and says, “Good morning, Master Jackson.”

She doesn’t look a bit like the image I have in my head of a rebellious girl who doesn’t play well with others. Her long curls are blond and she has stunning brown eyes with flecks of gold. She is petite, delicate, fair, and slim. Her legs are slender and supple; I wish I could pull her skirt off right now so my eyes could follow them all the way up.

“We only have two costumes for the three of you,” says Ms. Adams. “There’s two things we could do and you can have your choice. Either we’ll split the two costumes between the three of you and everyone gets something to wear or we’ll play a game of lucky girl. Only it’s more like unlucky girl today. Low score gets nothing and the two high scores get costumes.”

“Let’s share,” says Molly.

“OK,” says Victoria.

“No way,” says Tanya. “I don’t want part of a costume. That means we’ll be part naked. I want a whole costume. Let’s play lucky girl.”

OK, so I’m forewarned that Tanya doesn’t get along with her classmates. I should have expected this, but I find it annoying. The vote is already two to one; she ought to just accept the decision. She just wants to make trouble. “No,” I cut in. “Majority rules. Molly and Victoria voted for sharing, so it’s two to one.”

Tanya turns to me and I’m expecting an argument from this slip of a girl. She has fire in her eyes. “OK,” she says, to my surprise. “I want the hat or the ears or whatever. Nothing else.”

I look at the two other teachers and they both shrug. Nobody knows what’s going on in Tanya’s mind. The costumes happen to be sailor suits with cute little hats. I hand Tanya her sailor cap. “This is it,” I say. I notice that the other two girls scramble out of their clothes to get changed, but Tanya is in no hurry. She puts the cap on her head and does a little swaying dance. She turns in a circle, her body moving sexily. Then she stops and starts unbuttoning her blouse.

She slips her blouse off, wearing a light camisole. She grabs the hem of the camisole and starts to pull it up. She pauses. “My nipples are tingling. Is that normal?” Her voice is coy, teasing. “Should I feel this good to be showing my titties to a man?”

“A Wayward Girl shouldn’t lose control,” I say. “You can feel good, but don’t let on to a man like me.” I haven’t missed the fact that she called me a man.

“Are you going to spank me?” she pouts. She’s still paused just short of showing me her nipples.

“Three swats,” I say.

She pulls off her camisole, her eyes locked on mine. “Oooohhhhhhh,” she sighs deeply. I can scarcely tear my eyes off those luscious gold flecked eyes, but they flicker down, inviting me to look at her chest. I look at the nipples as if she’s given me permission. They are pale, pale pink – nearly the same color as her perfect alabaster skin. Again I hear that dreamy sigh, “Ooooohhhhh,” as if the mere touch of my eyes gives her pleasure.

She does another slow spin, giving my eyes a chance to drink in the unblemished white skin of her slender bare back. Looking back over her shoulder at me, she winks. Then she bends and touches the floor. Her skirt rides up and I’m looking at the entire length of those lovely legs that I’ve been longing to see. I’m captivated by the smooth panties, nearly the same color as her skin. I have to remind myself that she’s only 9.

She turns and unzips her skirt and her hips sway as she lowers her skirt. She’s wearing just her panties now as she does another spin. She pulls the panties up tight and then when she turns to face me, I can see the outline of her pussy lips clearly. Tanya slides the panties down her legs slowly and steps out of them. “Can I keep the sock and shoes?” she asks.

I have to clear my throat to make sure my voice doesn’t falter. “No, take them off, too. Just the hat. That’s what you chose.”

“Just the hat,” she says and sits on the floor to remove her shoes. She takes them off and then slowly rolls her knee highs down her calves and off her feet. There is not a mark or tan line on the white skin of this little girl. The only break in the smooth white color is the vertical slit of her pussy, her delicate navel, and the almost invisible nipples.

The other two girls are wearing the sailor suits. They look cute and cuddly and they are, in fact, being cuddled. Molly has her head resting on Ms. Hardaway’s shoulder while Victoria is sitting facing Ms. Adams. The two women are talking softly to the girls. The sailor suits are pretty brief. The bottoms are merely white panties that cover their bottoms and crotches, but none of their legs. The tops are blue and white, barely covering their chests. Only Victoria has a sailor hat on.

I watch as Ms. Hardaway runs her hand up Molly’s bare leg. Molly watches the hand as it approaches her pussy. It dances across her hip and rests on her bare tummy. Victoria is getting much the same treatment. Realizing that the three of us are teamed so the girls get the same kind of experience, I sit and get Tanya on my lap. Then, I begin caressing her body like the other two teachers are doing. Though she is completely nude, I avoid her private treasures for the moment.

“You’re a naughty girl,” I say to her.

“Why?” she asks, surprised at my assessment.

“Because you’re naked,” I say.

“There’s only two costumes,” she says.

“But you chose to not wear one.”

“No, I didn’t,” she argues. “I chose to wear all of a costume or none. I chose to… I didn’t want them to decide for me.”

Independent and stubborn. Those could be good traits, but could also be dangerous. My hand caresses her bare back and she shivers. “Well, I’m going to spank you,” I say. “You need to learn control. Three swats for telling me that your nipples tingle. Three swats for…”

“They tingle even more now,” she says as my hand continues gently up and down her back.

“Fine, then six swats,” I say. “Don’t tell me that it tingles. Do you understand?”

She lays her head back on my shoulder and looks up at me with those beautiful, innocent brown eyes. “No, I don’t understand. Do you want me to lie?”

“No,” I say. “Don’t lie, but don’t say what you’re feeling. If I know that you are getting excited and tingly, then I have control. I could do this,” I add, sliding my finger between her pussy lips to tickle her clit.

“Aaaahhhh,” she moans, squirming on my lap.

“Or even worse,” I say. “I could keep doing it.”

“Aaaaa, mmmmm,” she says, her little body convulsing in a small orgasm.

I’m surprised at the speed of her reaction. My cock is hard from the sight of her cumming seconds after I started to touch her. She looks up at me with a dreamy smile and says, “That was nice.”

I stand up quickly and walk her over to the desk. There I place her hands on the top of the desk and pull her hips back away from the desk, leaving her ass sticking out for a spanking. I pick up the paddle. “Keep your hands where they are,” I command her.

“What?” she asks. “What did I do?” She’s almost in tears.

Smack, I strike her bottom firmly with the paddle. She becomes a Wayward Girl instantly. At least this she knows how to do silently. I deliver three swats as she bravely takes her punishment.

“Do you want to be a slave to your body?” I ask her. “Do you want to be a slave to me? It may feel good for me to touch you, to look at you, but you can’t let me know that. If you surrender to me, then I own you. I can make you do anything I want. Wayward Girls are strong, not the slaves of men.”

She turns around and looks over her shoulder at me, her big brown eyes brimming with tears. “Don’t you like me?”

I pull the paddle back and she looks forward again. I deliver three more swats as she clenches her teeth. As I finish, I say, “It’s not a matter of liking you. I’m here to teach you. You can’t get someone to like you by using your body. You have to use your mind. People will like you for who you are. Someday someone will love you for who you are, but today, now, you’re learning to hide your feelings to you can succeed.”

She looks back at me again. “I-I understand.”

“Now, I owe you three more swats for cumming so noisily. But, I’ll trade that for proof that you understand. I’m going to finger you again. I’m going to make you cum. But, I want you to hide it. Don’t let me know when you cum.” I put my finger to her clit and stroke it firmly. I work on her for a couple of minutes and then as I pick up the pace, I feel her shudder with an orgasm. She’s really got a hair trigger.

Aside from the tremor in her body, there was no other sign, so I reward her. “That was very good,” I say. “I could tell, but just barely. The important thing was that you didn’t make any noises or tell me you’d cum. And, it still felt just as good, right?”

“Mmmm hmmmm,” she sighs, her eyes dreamy again.

I pat her warm, red ass. “You’re just going to have to work on that look you get in your eyes after you cum,” I tell her. It’s pretty hot to have a 9-year-old looking at me like that.

“Very good, Master Jackson,” says Ms. Adams. She quietly claps her hands. “I believe you understand character building as well as anyone I’ve ever seen.”

I turn around to acknowledge her and she is now topless with Victoria sucking on her tits. Right next to her, Molly is doing the same to Ms. Hardaway. It’s my first view of Kendra’s tits and they are as nice as any I’ve ever seen – perky, full, and round. She gives me a nasty look, so I turn back to Tanya.

During the rest of the morning, I run Tanya through a few more trials, which by now must include a blow job and poking my cock up that tight little ass. She takes it all silently as a Wayward Girl should.

I am treated to frequent views of Ms. Adams and Ms. Hardaway completely naked. Victoria and Molly use their tongues to get the two teachers off, lapping noisily and messily at their cunts. I’m sure they don’t enjoy the views of me getting blown as much as I enjoy the view of them getting eaten.

After lunch I find myself paired with a sophomore girl named Julia. I take her back to my exercise room. On the way, she asks, “Are you going to spank me?”

Something about the way she says it is inviting, as if she wants me to spank her. Yet, she’s done nothing to earn a spanking. I tell her as much and she responds by punching me in the shoulder.

“Five swats,” I announce, surprised that she struck me.

Julia just smiles at me. We get back my room and I make her strip. She doesn’t hesitate a second to get all her clothes off. I take back what I said about Kendra’s tits. These are now the nicest ones I’ve ever seen. She may have some filling out yet to do, but her tits are cones with rosy nipple atop them. They are so perky that her nipples point up. I reach for them and squeeze them, not believing that a tit can have such a shape. They are firm and warm in my hands.

There’s something different about her. For one thing, she is about my age. I’m thinking right away that I’d like to see her outside of school when we’re not staff and student. So, character building takes a back seat for the next hour as I make love to Julia.

When I get home, I find dad right away. “Any problem with me dating a Wayward Girl?” I ask.

“No,” says dad. “I did say that you might marry one someday. Dating would be the first step.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess so,” I say.

“Who?”

“Julia,” I say. “I don’t know her last name. Sophomore.”

“Knight,” says dad.

It’s mid afternoon, but I probably look a little confused as I turn and say, “Good night.”

“No, her last name is Knight,” says dad. “Julia Knight.”

“Oh,” stupid me.

“Nice girl,” says dad.

I leave thinking that at least he didn’t say nice tits. But it is weird that if I consider the girls’ school to be the source of my future wife, then my dad has seen my future wife naked. He’s spanked her bare ass, probably many times. Since I’ve learned about him and Emily, I’ve come to think of him as a dirty old man taking advantage of his position as headmaster. Although I’ve never seen him do it in my short tenure at the school, he could probably call any girl into his office, tie her, spank her, and rape her in the name of character building, and send her merrily back to her classroom.

One thought leads to another and pretty soon I’m wondering if grandpa, the former headmaster of the school, ever did any character building on mom, his future daughter-in-law. Kind of makes me wonder if I want to marry a girl that dad knows better than me.

But, I’m getting ahead of myself. All I’m doing is asking Julia for a date. The next day, she and I go to a movie and then to my house for dinner. She is a perfect lady with my family, just as a Wayward Girl should be. But, shortly after dinner, we wander up to my room and there she says, “You’re not going to spank me on our first date, are you?”

Hell, I was just wondering if I was going to get a good night kiss. Besides, I didn’t even spank her for character building class, even when I owed her five swats for punching me. “No, no spanking,” I confirmed.

“That’s good,” she says. “I just wanted to thank you for not spanking me yesterday. That was one of the nicest afternoons I’ve had in a long time.” She starts unbuttoning her blouse. She gets her blouse and bra off and then takes my shirt off. So, I’m getting more than a good night kiss. I smile and kiss her, with my hands on those great tits of hers.

She keeps removing clothing, one from her and then one from me. I interrupt intermittently to kiss her. When we’re both naked, she kneels in front of me and licks my cock. “Is it OK if I thank you like this?” she asks.

“Uh huh,” I nod. I can only watch as she does a slow and sensual blow job. She licks my cock, licks my balls, and takes my cock into her mouth. But she keeps it slow and never stays with one activity for very long. My cock is pounding and she won’t let me cum. That goes on for what seems like forever. Then she pushes me back on the bed and kneels down over me, letting my cock slide up inside her cunt.

She rotates her hips and undulates her whole body as my cock slides in and out of her pussy. For a while she keeps it slow and tantalizing. Her body is stretched upright. Her firm tits are bouncing hypnotically in time to her hips. And, she’s getting excited, too, now that her pussy is filled. The pace has gradually picked up and there comes a moment when a line is crossed. She lowers her body over mine, her nipples brushing my chest as her lips touch mine. Her hips are still pounding up and down, faster and faster. She moans in pleasure as her body tenses. “Fuck me,” she pants. “Fuck me hard. Damn, it feels so good.”

As she cums, she sits up again. Her thighs tighten and seem to squeeze the cum right out of me. Her hips are in a frenzy as she rides me, making her tits bounce wildly. I reach up half to steady them and half to enjoy the feel of them in my hands again. “Yes,” she moans. “Fuck me. Touch me. Cum for me.”

Then, our mutual orgasms pass and she falls down on top of me. Our heaving, sweaty bodies press together in the warm afterglow of sex. We lay there for several minutes as our breathing slows, just enjoying the smell and feel of each other.

After we get dressed, I walk her back to the school and drop her off at her dorm. We set up a date for next Saturday.